Sunday is a revered day. And a womanly opportunity to appreciate the wonders of creation in nature and in each other. I began the day with this in mind. I made sure to savor both the preparing and the eating of breakfast. I opened my senses to the birds chirping outside, the sun shining, the dog wagging me a cheerful good morning before it went back to its nook and took a morning nap. Morning reverie consists of these things, and the beautiful prayers that will accompany my cherishing of today.

Sunday is a day of rest.🥰

I am inspired by 🌴 clean planting grounds 🌴 tropical rain that clean the garden and the air 🥑 the beautiful harvest of fruits I watched an urban farmer take care of his crops so well by experimenting with ideas humbly, stating honestly when the crops taste good or when the market source is not so good. He was also very clean in his ways. Harvesting looks like he just came from the grocery and ready for his wife's cooking! Despite this he would report bugs and larvae that ate his potato crops. The small carrots he can't seem to grow large. And the first frost which killed all the bushes. It got me to thinking that it's good to be the best farmer you can be. After that, it's part of your life to still experience aphids. When you are tempted to take the fall or blame, remember you've already done your best! It's not you, it's the life! 🥰

Saying little prayers today. I like to think it's like throwing out little star seeds everywhere I go.😄❤️🌹